The Illusion Of Delusion

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Here is what the phony witch (who has no more originality than to call herself "Morticia") wrote to her list of bumpkins after she had predictably kicked me out of the group. It looks like I was able to penetrate her trailer park queen mentality after all.

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Oh man am I glad I removed this angry old man..!!Look what
he says about  that I a woman who namby pamby to men in baby
talk never telling them the truth...wow man this guy don't me know
me does he..hehehehe you girls  know I do not dance around fringes
of things that I tell it like it straight at your face..whether it
a personal face to face basis  or via internet..perhaps at times I
am too damn honest...

How dare he make such aspersions at someone he doesn't even
know!!!!  How so how we judge eh? What a
damn drip tray...


Just thought you would like see his correspondnce...we certainly
do not need such a judging self opinionated bigot on our groups..
Let's face it who needs such bad energies around..

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She doesn't appear to have a clue that she's projecting her own idea of herself upon me, and from the tone of her intent, totally incapable of grasping what it means even if it was explained by a competent person to her face-to-face. It is probably a good thing she unsubbed me from this list called Spiritual Occultist. It might have taken me months to realize how dangerous she is to herself, much less to more innocent souls.

It worked out just right for me. She was/is the perfect foil to use to confront the place where I am with myself currently. I've had numerous encounters with Australians over my last twenty years participating with e-mail discussion groups. Some good. Some rather flaky.

One aspect of Australia's culture is they keep reminding me that they didn't fight a war of independence against the British to establish their own right to govern themselves. As a result, they apparently got no freedom of speech.

Communicating with some of them makes me happy to be an American. Granted, not as much as other cultures. I'm probably more happy not to live in a Muslim country where everybody who signs up gets a license to kill anybody for any reason. I like the notion of equality under the law even if it doesn't always work out that way. Such gives me a new lease on life to remember some people can't express themselves as individuals. Of course, it is getting more difficult to do that here in America as well.

The weather doesn't seem to be such an issue since the snow melted. The temperatures are more in keeping with the seasonal averages for around here. The month of December was a record-breaker for the area. It got as cold as it usually gets all winter long real early, and stayed that way for over a month long before the winter solstice arrived.

I got a little happy this morning, but as it turned out, my cheerfulness was futile. I checked the official internet site to find out if I'd won the lottery. The first thing I saw was that I did have the Power Ball number correct. Yippee. Then, in addition, as if a miracle, I got one of the other numbers right. Then, as if an afterthought, I looked at the dates on my ticket, and it expired in December. What a drag, man, I might have won a few dollars.

I'll fix that by going and getting another ticket to ride. It's not that delusional to dream about winning millions of dollars and impressing my limited number of friends and family if I have a valid ticket. Dreaming about impressing them without a good ticket is just batshit crazy. '-)

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